15. The next morning

She was finally able to get some sleep, curling up under the bedsheets immersed in the warmth of the soft cotton it was made from. Her head sank into the pillow and her messy hair was scattered all over her face.

She had gone back home and fallen to bed without taking a shower, her servants who were lucky to be alive had come after the attack to clean the house up for her.

The cup of lemon tea was still on her side table untouched, cold, and probably less refreshing.

Ding, ding ding, a loud but harmonious melody played from a device on the side table causing her to return to earth from the unconscious Dreamland she had gotten herself into.

Her face formed a squint as the sun rays peered through the window curtains into her eyes, she rolled over laying on her back, stretching her arms and legs, she yawned with her mouth wide open.

She stared at the alarm clock which woke her up with so much displeasure before switching it off and throwing herself back on the bed, she stole a glance at